
So, here they all were.
Once every couple of years, the entirety of the undersea kingdom would come together for a meeting of some importance. Politics would be brought up, newcomers would grin and bear it, guards would yawn and roll their eyes. Kings and queens intermingled, forged new bonds, rekindled old love, snickering and sneering behind one another... Sometimes politics turned into gossip-fests or vice versa.
The main meeting would be held mostly between the more important members of society, but after the grand dismissal they were free to mingle as they pleased within the grand spire of whatever place happened to house them for the evening. This time, nestled in some deep undersea trench, the meetings were put to rest and the lot of them finally allowed to go.
Ulrich's many heads swirled about, chattering here and there with some of the more important political figures before moving on. Socialization was excellent, but so was making the right connections. If a particular person had nothing to give him in turn, he'd move on. Sometimes one would catch his interest and he'd linger longer.